Adventure is calling, will you accept the charges?

“No way, it was hidden in the back of the family bible. That must have some kind of significance.”

“Look, Lenny. You know Papa was always a little… Well, Ma always said he took one too many jabs when he was a fighter.”

“He was a squealer too, like, mobsters were after him and stuff.”

“Sorry Lenny. I’ve heard that story about the Johnny Friendly trial more times than you and I’m sure Papa made all that stuff up. Part of his Tough Guy image; the down-on-his-luck fighter stands up to the corrupt dock union boss. Papa told a lot of tales but I don’t think many of them were honest.”

“Got a map? Where is this “Waterfront” place?”

“Town called Whitehaven, in Britain.”

“Well that doesn’t sound mysterious.”

“Maybe he liked the food there or something.”

“Papa never went to England.”

Lenny played with the globe for a while, spinning it randomly, deep in thought.

“Hey, did this Johnny Friendly guy ever do jail time?”

“Maw said he escaped on a private yacht with a ton of embezzled Union money.”

“He’s still out there?”

“Yacht was lost at sea.”

“Was it lost in the Seychelles?”

“Dunno, why?”

“Danny, I think Paw knew exactly where the yacht with the money went down.”

“And you think that was in the Seychelles? Why?”

“The latitude and longitude on the restaurant sign in that photo, it’s a clue. If you flip the lat and long, you end up here. This point in the Seychelles, east of Kenya, about 40 km WNW of Bird Island. It’s on an oceanic ridge, not deep water.”

“Does Bird Island have an airport?”

“You know this is a longshot. Get two tickets.”

300 words (ran long, sorry!). In response to this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt (and partially inspired by Brando’s “On The Waterfront“, which I really didn’t remember at all accurately…heh, it’s been a few years.)